The heavy iron gates of North Pole Prison creaked open, the cold air biting into Derek Irvington's skin as he stepped forward, a free man for the first time in five long years.Behind him was the tall prison fortress. A prison whose reputation precedes it. No one has ever escaped from the north pole prison, and even the prisoners released were mostly in a body bag, but Derek have made it. As he stared at the prison gate, the memories of his time here flashed in his mind, but as much as his thoughts clouded his heart, he could never forget how he had been imprisoned wrongly.Derek cast another glance back at the walls that had held him captive. “I could’ve left whenever I wanted,” he muttered under his breath.His brows twitched as he recalled the pains of the past. But the memory was instantly washed away by the one true person he met during his time in the prison.Old Wacko!Derek's thoughts drifted to Old Wacko, an elderly inmate. Old wacko was the only reason Derek had remained i

"No more excuses old woman, you have to pay up your debt today." The leader of the thugs who had a scar on his face yelled at Judith.Derek's eyes were ripped off every emotion as he stood there with brows furrowed in confusion.He held his mother gently on her arm, staring into her eyes as though he could read her thoughts.When he noticed his mother's gaze lowered, his heart broke."It's the money we owe Easton. After selling the house to him, it still wasn't enough to cover up the debts of the charges against you."Derek's eyes clenched shut as he heard those words. Easton have ripped him off his house, and now his parents have been suffering for his debt.The thugs grabbed few sticks they found on the ground and surrounded them."Bring out the money now." The leader ordered. As he walked closer to Judith.Judith quickly went inside the house and came out with a small bag of money. She handed it over to the leader. When the thug opened the bag, he saw the one dollar bills and a fe

Derek stood in the kitchen, leaning against the worn counter as he watched his mother stir a pot of stew. The warmth of the small stove filled the room, but it couldn’t melt the heaviness in his chest. The years apart had been brutal for his parents.As Judith turned to give him a taste of what she was preparing, Derek feigned a smile as he stared at the lines on his mother's face. They were deeper, her hands more frail, and her movements slower.“I’m just so happy you’re back, Derek." Judith said softly, her voice thick with emotion. She glanced over her shoulder with a smile that reached her tired eyes. “I’m going to cook you something special. You’ve been away too long. You must be starving.”Derek smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He watched her hands tremble slightly as she chopped vegetables for the stew. His heart ached, knowing how much his parents had sacrificed during his imprisonment. “You don’t have to do that, Mum."Judith paused, her shoulders slumping for a m

Derek rolled his eyes at her. Her worries were understandable, seeing as the patient, Henry, was family to her. However, since her grandfather looked better than before and it was all thanks to his abilities, the least she could do was show her gratitude and let it end there instead of doubting him.“What did you give him?” Laura demanded, her voice rose after each word, “What kind of pill was that?”Derek glanced at her, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes but he forced his face to remain calm.“The pill doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice firm. “What matters is that your grandfather is alive.”Laura took a step forward and tilted her chin in defiance,“Are you even a doctor? What gives you the right to—”“To what?” Derek interrupted, his anger got away from him,“To save his life? Would you rather I had stood back and waited for an ambulance? By the time they arrived, he would have been dead.” He crossed his arms, staring her down. “But I guess you’d prefer a man in a white coat to hand

"Allow me to assist you with your business here today Mr...""Derek." Derek took in a deep breath as he followed after the bank manager. Robert welcomed Derek inside the vip and showed him the couch to sit."What exactly do you want sir?" The manager asked."I want to know the exact amount in my card." Derek raised his brows. The manager then smiled and said, "But sir we would need to verify that you own the account." Derek smiled. He remembered old wacko had made sure everything was in place. "Sure."The bank manager gaze swept Derek's body and he found it hard to believe that Derek could own a gold vip card.Robert was in charge of all the vip in the bank, and never has he met Derek before.Robert ope ed the safe and bright out the fingerprint identification device then turned to Derek, "Place your hand here." Immediately Derek did, it turned green. The details flashed on the verification screen. Balance, $200,000,000,000Robert almost choked trying to count the number of zeros